Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1887-01-19


poets half of heaven for his share of tro.
phies and he would like monopoly of all
its splendor, and to purchase lots in the sub
urbs so that he could get advantage from
the growth of the city. Well, he had a
little grace of heart-just enough to get
him through, and to him is given a second
hand crown which one of the saints wore
at the start, but exchanged for brighter
one as he went on from glory to glory.
And he is put in an old house once occupied
by an angel who was hurled out of Heaven
at the time of Satan's rebellion.
| Right after him comes soul that makes
a great stir among the Celestials, and the
angels rush to the scene, each bringing to
her dazzling coronet. Who is she? Over
what realm on earth was she queen? In
what great Dusseldorf festival was she the
cantatric,? Neither. She was an invalid
who never left her room for twenty years;
but she was strong in prayer, and she
tprayed down revival after revival, and pen
tecost after pentecost, upon the churches,
and with her pale hands she knit many a
mitten or tippet for the poor, and with her
contrivances she added joy to many holi-
day festival, and now, with those thin hands
so strong for kindness, and with these
white lips SO strong for supplication, she
has won coronation, and enthronement and
jubilee. And Christ says to the angels
who have brought. each crown for the
glori6ed invalid: 'sNo, not these; they are
not good enough. But in the jewelled vase
at the righthand side of my throne there is
one that have been preparing for her many
year, and for her every pang / have set
an amethyst, and for her every good have
set pearl. Fetch it now and fulfill the
| bor in, ho Job
room: "Be thou faithful unto death and /
| will give thee crown"
But notice that there is only one being in
| the universe who can and will distribute the
| trophies of earth and heaven. 1t is the
| Divine Warrior, the Commander-in- Chief
of the centuries, the Champion Of the Ages,
| the Universal Conqueror, the Son of God,
Jesus. You will take the spoils from His
hand, or never take them at all. Have His
friendship and you may defy all time and
| all eternity, but without it you were pau
per, though you hae a universe at your
command. We are told in Revelation that
Jacobs twelve sons were so honored as to
have the twelve gates of heaven named af-
ter them; over one gate of heaven Naphtali,
over another gate of heaven Issachar, over
another Dan, over another Cad, over anoih-
er ZebulOn, over another Judah, and SO on.
But Christ's name Is written over all the
gates, and on every panel of the gates, and
have His help Fl pardon, His intercession,
His atonement, l must, or be q forlorn
wretch forever. My Lord and my God!
make me anS all who hear me this day, and
all to whom these words shall come, Thy
repentant, believing, sworn, consecrated
and ransomed followers forever.
What day it will be? This entire assem-
| blage would rise to therir feet if they could
realize it, the day in which Christ shall in
fulfllment of my text divide the spoil. 1t
was great day when Queen Victoria, in
the midst of the Crimean war, distributed
medals to the soldiers who had come home
sick and wounded. At the House Guards,
in presence of the royal family the injured
| Col. Trowbridge, who lost both feet at
ankle joint of his right leg shot off at Alma;
and Capt. Cure, his disabled limb support
ed by soldier, and others MANNED, and
disfigured, and exhausted-and with her
own hand the Queen gave each the Crime
an medal. And what triumphant days for
| those soldiers when, further on. they receiv-
ed the French medal with the imperial
eagle, and the Turkish medal with it's rep
resentation Of four fags-France, Turkey,
England and Sardnia-and beneath it
map of the Crimea spread over gun
wheel.
And what rewards are suggested to all
readers of history by the mention of the
Waterloo medal, and the Cape medal, aud
the Gold Cross medal, and the medal struck
for bravery in our American wars! But
how insignificant all these compared with
the day when the good soldiers of Jesus
Christ shall come in out of the battles of
this world, and in the presence of all the
piled-up glories of the redeemed and the
uufallen, Jesus; our King, shall divide the
spoill The more wounds, the greater the
inheritance. The longer the forced march.
the brighter the trophy. The more terrific
the exhaustion, the more glorious the trans
port. Not the gift of a brilliant ribbon,
or medal Of brass, or silver, or gold, bat
kingdom in which we are to reign forever
and ever. Mansions On the eternal hills.
Dominions of unfading power. Empires Of
unending love. Continents of everlasting
light. Atlantic and Pacific oceans of bill
lowing joy. 1t was great day when
Aurelian, the Roman emperor, came back
from his victories. In the front of the pro-
cession were wild beasts from all lands,
sixteen hundred gladiators richly clad,
wagon loads of crowns presented by con-
quered cities; among the captives Sylians,
Egyptians, Goths, Vandals, Sarmatians,
Franks, and Zenobia, the beautiful captive
queen on foot, in chains of gold that slave
had to help her carry, and jewels under the
weight of which she almost tainted. And
| then came the chariot of Aurelian, drawn
by four elephants in gorgeous caparison,
aud followed by the Roman Senate and the
| Roman army; and from dawn till dark
the procession was passing. Rome in all
her history never saw anything more mag
nificent. But hew much greater the day
when our Conauer0r, Jesus, shall ride un
der the triumphal arches of heaven; His
captives, not on foot but in charots, all the
kingdoms Of earth and heaven in process
sion; the armies celestial on white horses
Rum bling artillery of thunderbolts never
again to be unlimbered. Kingdoms in
line, centuries in line, sanity, seraphc,
archaugelie splendors in line, and Christ
seated on one great rolling Hosauna, made
out of all Hallelujahs of all worlds, shall
cry Haiti to the procession. Aud not for
getting even the humblest in all the reach
of His emnipresence, He shall rise. and
| then and there, His work done and His
glory consummated proceed. amid an &C.
stacy, such as neither mortal nsr immortal
ever imagined, to divide the spoil.
| The Socialists are trying in vain to en-
list the sympathy and cooperation of the
workingmcn of this country, and they are
| rapidly learning that the most stubborn
foes that stand ready to thwart their en-
deavors are found in the ranks of labor.
Mr.. Powderly speaks the sentiments Of a
large majority of the genuine, not make
believe, workingmen in the United States